Situated at an elevation of 3,900 meters, Mosika sits in the cradle of a sloping valley and is split into an upper village and a lower village. Both are ethnically Tibetan and and contain beautifully preserved monasteries, which the villagers testify haven’t changed in four hundred years. With the help of our friend and guide lao Wang, we were able to peer into this intimate community of stoic Buddhists. Upon entering the upper village, I couldn’t help feeling that we actually stepped back in time. The alleys were ancient and narrow, and lined with whitewashed stone and timber. Women with wind-lined and sunburnt faces peered out from hazy windows, and the air had the scent of wood smoke. There was a palpable calm over the whole village, so much so that it felt supernatural. At night, we stayed at a homestay, ate yak dumplings and drank deer antler infused liquor.  These images provide an intimate view into a close-knit society of people who are deeply entrenched in their beliefs.

Situated at an elevation of 3,900 meters, Mosika sits in the cradle of a sloping valley and is split into an upper village and a lower village. Both are ethnically Tibetan and and contain beautifully preserved monasteries, which the villagers testify haven’t changed in four hundred years. With the help of our friend and guide lao Wang, we were able to peer into this intimate community of stoic Buddhists. Upon entering the upper village, I couldn’t help feeling that we actually stepped back in time. The alleys were ancient and narrow, and lined with whitewashed stone and timber. Women with wind-lined and sunburnt faces peered out from hazy windows, and the air had the scent of wood smoke. There was a palpable calm over the whole village, so much so that it felt supernatural. At night, we stayed at a homestay, ate yak dumplings and drank deer antler infused liquor.

These images provide an intimate view into a close-knit society of people who are deeply entrenched in their beliefs.

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 Situated at an elevation of 3,900 meters, Mosika sits in the cradle of a sloping valley and is split into an upper village and a lower village. Both are ethnically Tibetan and and contain beautifully preserved monasteries, which the villagers testify haven’t changed in four hundred years. With the help of our friend and guide lao Wang, we were able to peer into this intimate community of stoic Buddhists. Upon entering the upper village, I couldn’t help feeling that we actually stepped back in time. The alleys were ancient and narrow, and lined with whitewashed stone and timber. Women with wind-lined and sunburnt faces peered out from hazy windows, and the air had the scent of wood smoke. There was a palpable calm over the whole village, so much so that it felt supernatural. At night, we stayed at a homestay, ate yak dumplings and drank deer antler infused liquor.  These images provide an intimate view into a close-knit society of people who are deeply entrenched in their beliefs.
mosika-4.jpg
mosika-7-3.jpg
mosika-12.jpg
mosika-19.jpg
mosika-71.jpg
mosika-78.jpg
mosika-7.jpg
mosika-7-2.jpg
mosika-120.jpg
mosika-7+copy.jpg
mosika-3.jpg
mosika-423.jpg
mosika-145.jpg
mosika-23-24.jpg
mosika-13.jpg
mosika-4532.jpg
mosika-3-2.jpg
mosika-6.jpg
mosika-23-17.jpg
mosika-7821.jpg
mosika-23-22.jpg
mosika-15.jpg
mosika-23.jpg
mosika-18.jpg
mosika-5.jpg
mosika-23-21.jpg
mosika-133.jpg

Situated at an elevation of 3,900 meters, Mosika sits in the cradle of a sloping valley and is split into an upper village and a lower village. Both are ethnically Tibetan and and contain beautifully preserved monasteries, which the villagers testify haven’t changed in four hundred years. With the help of our friend and guide lao Wang, we were able to peer into this intimate community of stoic Buddhists. Upon entering the upper village, I couldn’t help feeling that we actually stepped back in time. The alleys were ancient and narrow, and lined with whitewashed stone and timber. Women with wind-lined and sunburnt faces peered out from hazy windows, and the air had the scent of wood smoke. There was a palpable calm over the whole village, so much so that it felt supernatural. At night, we stayed at a homestay, ate yak dumplings and drank deer antler infused liquor.

These images provide an intimate view into a close-knit society of people who are deeply entrenched in their beliefs.

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